Emergency call from Mrs W this morning. In the process of rescuing a lost cat she'd seen advertised on local posters, she'd managed to get her beautiful white top covered in muddy paw prints. I had to race down to the local station with a spare t-shirt, designed to save her embarrassment at work.
What had happened to the captured feline?
Mrs W took it into the local newsagent near the station and was told that it had already been found.
Which does beg the question: what's the difference between a cat who's lost and a cat who's been found?
Lost cats roam the streets aimlessly looking for prey and getting into scraps. Their distraught owners don't know where they've got to and fear they've been catnapped or run over by a car. When the little moggy is found, the first thing the owners do is let them out to wander the streets aimlessly looking for prey and getting into scraps.
Clearly we need posters announcing the successful recapture of any missing cats. This would serve much the same function as the 'all clear' siren after a World War II air raid.
"Puss-in-Boots has now been found. So if you see her padding around the local vicinity, please don't call us. No reward on offer."